"Can you hurry the hell up?" John hisses."I have literally one table waiting on their drinks," I point out to my boss. "So what, exactly, am I hurrying for?""Probably because you were late...""Seven minutes late," I interrupt."So now everything is backed up. Maybe I should have let Laury take your tables like she asked to."I look across the dining room at Laury, and she gives me a small smile. She hates this job as much as I do, so I know if she offered to handle my tables, it was only because she was trying to diffuse John threatening to fire me, again. Because we both need this job. Her to pay for school, me to pay for, well, everything. John is an asshole, but the pay is good, and the tips are great. The people who come here aren't too bad either. So, it's mostly just John that makes us hate it. It's like he wants to make sure we suffer as much as possible for every dollar we make an hour."Here we go," I say as I reach table twelve. I smile at the people while I put down thei
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